illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
every song smoking drinking partying with
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just
you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys
i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…